InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Brotherly Love ❯ Chapter 3

Disclaimer: The individuals in this story, no matter how out of character they seem, still ultimately belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

 

Author Note: Don't hurt me. A girlie Inuyasha would be fun. I read Ranma 1/2 one too many times.

 

Brotherly Love 03:

 

It really wasn't such an unreasonable wish. The hanyou had been a thorn in his side as long as he could remember, and he certainly would smell a great deal better as a woman. It might cut down on their constant spats over dominance, and he could accept the boy back into his family unit, as long as they were of opposite gender. And most importantly, it would separate the hanyou from his miko.

 

There were no more unattached female inu-youkai in Japan. There were hardly any dog-demons at all, much less any pretty girls. Technically, the only inuyoukai-lady that he knew was his mother… and that idea was just wrong. So the concept had bitten him the instant Midoriko offered to grant an impossible wish, and it had attacked him with a vengeance when he heard the little kitsune wish for his surrogate mother to become an inu-youkai. If that kind of wish could be granted, then anything was possible. Finally, when Inuyasha wished to become a full-youkai, he was not about to sit back and watch while his half-brother made off with the Tessaiga, the only inu-youkai girl left in Japan, and the power of full demon blood under his belt.

 

True, such a wish was a little unconventional. But it opened several doors that would otherwise have been closed to him. Before, the miko was off limits; now she was fair game. Before, the little bastard that was his brother had been annoying; now he was … kind of cute.

 

Blue bars remained on Inuyasha's cheeks, reminding him of their Father, and his eyes and hair had stayed the same lovely shades of gold and silver. But in every other respect his brother had been completely altered. In front of him crouched a voluptuous beauty, heavy chested, with curves in all the right places. The monk standing nearby began to pant oddly while looking at his friend's new figure, probably shocked by the recent turn of events.

 

Slowly, deliberately, Inuyasha lifted his hands to eye level and inspected them. They were slender and dainty, with delicate claws. But this could mean many things. It could signify a hand replacement surgery, like those things Kagome talked about in her future. It could be… Looking downward, he found his view of the ground impeded by a pair of voluminous mounds of flesh. Not good.

 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

 

Kagome and Sango were commiserating at the edge of the field, when a cry of agony rang out from… someone. It sounded like Inuyasha, but the voice was slightly too high.

 

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?” the hanyou, turned full-youkai, turned female, screamed at the top of his lungs. The shock was starting to wear off, and a cold fury was rising in its place. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

 

“And YOU!” Inuyasha swiveled and cracked his knuckles at the one who had granted such a ridiculous wish, Midoriko. “Whatever happened to that part about only granting wishes that are unselfish and from the heart?”

 

< The wish was unselfish. It did not stem from evil desire for power or cruel and unjust punishment. His request was for the good of his people and the others in his life, not only for his own benefit. >

 

“No, that's absolutely wrong. The bastard LIVES to RUIN my LIFE! Un-grant it. Take it back,” he half-begged, half-snarled. The Miko of the Shikon seemed confused by Inuyasha's anger, as though this result was to have been expected. As if turning someone into a woman was a perfectly normal, natural thing to do. Inuyasha started to wonder if this ghost wasn't the tiniest bit dense. “He was obviously trying to be sneaky about it, otherwise he wouldn't have made sure to wish last!”

 

< And yet, there was always a guarantee that someone would wish last. > With this, Midoriko smiled and waved to Kirara, beginning to fade out of the world. < As I have granted one wish to each of you, I now take my leave. My blessings and thanks be upon you. >

 

“Nooooooooooo!” squealed the ex-hanyou, in a panic. “Come back! Fix me! Help! Un-do it! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

 

“Cease that ungodly noise, this instant,” commanded a frosty, calculating voice from behind his back. Inuyasha spun in place, only to discover his brother standing far too close to his side, and shrieked again before slapping one hand over his mouth. It really was an ungodly noise too. He sounded… like a girl. High pitched. Squeaky. Annoying. Kind of like Shippo.

 

With a sigh, Miroku realized he would have to intervene. But how to separate the two brothers? As Inuyasha leapt away from his brother, he sidled between them and faced his friend, determined to break up the impending fight in the quickest way he knew how.

 

Grasping one of Inuyasha's clawed hands in his own, he met the inu-youkai's eyes, marveling that at least one piece of his body had remained so masculine. “Inuyasha,” began the monk calmly, “Will you…”

 

Amber eyes shone with belligerence as Inuyasha understood just what the stupid houshi was about to ask him. “Don't say it.”

 

“… bear my child?”

 

“No, but I'll kill you,” threatened the hanyou dangerously, “If you'd like.”

 

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It was puzzling, why Miroku would be running in their direction with Inuyasha in hot pursuit, attempting to maul him with claw attacks and missing. Sango and Kagome could not figure it out for the life of them. Shippo and Inuyasha played rough sometimes, but usually Miroku, knowing his human weaknesses, bowed out of such childish behavior.

 

“Sango-sama!” cried the monk as he ducked a blow from the hanyou and hid behind her luscious figure, “Save me!”

 

“How dare you make fun of me?” Inuyasha countered sharply, his voice sounding entirely too high. “You think I want this?”

 

“Osuwari,” mouthed the miko, her curiosity getting the better of her. The figure in red dropped to the ground, and she rushed forward with an apology on her lips. “Oh! I'm sorry Inuyasha! I was checking it was you. You look different.”

 

The leaves rustled overhead, as the group paused to consider the outcome of the day's events. It was almost too much to handle. Naraku dead, Kohaku revived, Kagome, a youkai, and…

 

“Miroku, what happened to Inuyasha?”

 

Seeing that it was safe to leave the protective curve of Sango-sama's backside for the time being, the houshi stepped forward and shrugged his shoulders. “Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru-sama,” he announced sagely, with a hint of irritation in his voice, “Seem to have squandered their wishes on petty rivalry.”

 

A muted protest arose from the dirt below Inuyasha's mouth. “dinna waste it…”

 

The Tessaiga was in the middle of the field close to Naraku's corpse, apparently forgotten by its master. Sesshoumaru was stalking closer to their group with measured tread. And Kagome was at her wit's end. As she stood, her multicolored aura flared to life, the opposing powers of miko and youkai sparking a beautiful conflict in the air around her body. “You mean to tell me,” she asked, an involuntary growl choking off her breath, “You didn't wish me back to normal? We could have just gone back to the way we were…”

 

“He did better,” Sesshoumaru's deep baritone proclaimed calmly. “He wished to become a full youkai, worthy of his Father's blood.”

 

“Sesshoumaru!” protested the miko, finding his comment too overbearing for words. It was not completely beyond the pail of reason that Inuyasha would have wished to be a youkai, but Kagome was willing to bet there was more to the story. They had spent months trying to talk the hanyou out of the hair-brained idea of becoming a full-demon. And she had spent years convincing him that being halfway between two races was good enough. For her hanyou to throw all of that logic away at a moment's notice, something drastic must have happened. “What did you do?”

 

The taiyoukai stood silently and stared at her, momentarily entranced by the sparkling glow of her aura. When she had accused him, her temper had caused her youki to flare, and the miko's healing aura had risen in response, creating a tiny puff of intense color. How very intriguing. Was it so wrong to want this creature? She had been reasonably desirable before, for her bravery, her spiritual powers, and her intelligence. But her lack of manners, and her humanity had forced him to squash down any lingering attraction he might have felt.

 

Perhaps he had not been as unaffected as he liked to believe. Rin resembled her in both appearance and spirit. And Kagura had briefly reminded him of her too. When the wind witch first had demanded his assistance, trying to bribe him with shards, he had been annoyed. Not only did the kaze no youkai doubt his abilities and offer him shards, but also she failed to rectify her own situation. Whether or not she was strong enough to do so, it was honorable to try to escape Naraku alone, before asking for aid. The image of a human miko valiantly pointing an arrow at his armor had arisen in his mind, reminding him that not all people asked for help. And he had turned Kagura away that day, only listening to her pleas once the wind witch first attempted to act on her own behalf. So, it was possible that the miko had influenced his actions once or twice before. Yes, it was possible.

 

Yet today, for the first time, he actually allowed himself to recognize her beauty. And she was exquisite. It was not only because she was a youkai now. Her hair was lustrous, and her eyes had always been striking. And that mouth… he could almost imagine what it must be like to touch…

 

The monk answered in his stead, as all of them were used to the taiyoukai's stoic silence by this point. “He wished that Inuyasha would become a girl.”

 

“Nani?!” cried the little miko, her voice music to his ears. “Why would you do such a ridiculous thing?”

 

To prevent the situation from getting any further out of his control, he deigned to answer her question. “Before today,” he stated flatly, “There were no unmated inu-youkai females abiding in Japan. Now, there are two.”

 

Fortunately, the miko and his half-brother were not as dense as they seemed on the surface - they understood the unspoken proposition immediately. Unfortunately, they each reacted with complete horror. His brother crouched, ready to spring, and Sesshoumaru frowned. “If you attack me without the benefit of Tessaiga, you will lose.”

 

The hanyou faltered for a moment but was undeterred. “No fuckin' way. I am not, nor will I ever be, your bitch. I know that you did not just suggest that or imply it in any way.”

 

And then the fight was on, as Inuyasha leapt forward claws extended, heading straight for his brother's exposed neck.